"Let's get out first!"

"Hey, wait..." Persephone pointed to the other side.

In moments of life and death, it wasn't appropriate to laugh, but Morpheus still chuckled. The young Prince Christopher was sprawled on the floor in a very ridiculous pose, and they almost forgot about him!

"Don't worry," Morpheus whispered. "I won't let anything happen to him."

He had Persephone cling to his back and then carried Christopher.

Christopher was a tall fellow, so it took some effort to carry them both to a safe place.

Fire trucks, ambulances, and police cars rushed in. Their sirens pierced the sky, startling a flock of birds.

The fire was soon extinguished, and Persephone and Christopher received timely treatment. Luckily, their burns weren't too severe, and even more fortunately, their faces were unharmed.

When Christopher woke up, he felt bandages wrapped around his head, and his skin had a burning sensation. His heart sank, and he was almost on the verge of tears.

"Tell me the truth! Am I disfigured?!"

speak but

"Oh no! Ahhh!"

mourning his lost handsome

bowed and greeted the newcomers, "General

Morpheus smiled. "I'll

his face,

over, and though Morpheus tried to persuade him gently,

tone shifted

took Christopher back to many years ago when he trained with the Orton Troop, and Morpheus was in charge, often shouting at him like

"I..."

"Put your hands down!"

already like

fingers. Although

eventually lowered his

was startled at first, then saw himself in the mirror

His face was unscathed!

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